Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Sin City ❯ Chapter 5

“A talking Meowth managing the affairs of a novice Pokemon fighter. That's certainly a novelty,” Bill says once I give him our cover story. I doubt Meowth's powers as an author whatever his powers of persuasion.

“I think when you mentioned his verbal capacity, you put your finger on it. It's very clear he's an unusual Pokemon for an unusual situation.”

“Vul Pix Pix” Vulcan says, meaning that he agrees Meowth is unlike any Pokemon he's meet before.

“You shouldn't feel about it. In some ways it's almost a burden” Meowth reassures him, patting his shoulder. I'd say I was nervous all morning, if I was going beyond the confines of mere understatement. I think I was anyway. My fingers wouldn't stay still when I thought of this meeting, and I was sweating and my stomach felt bad. Was it the meeting though? Or was it my personal habits? I never can tell. I tried it; I had the needle in my hand. I didn't need to search for a vein. Mine are prominent. The pain doesn't bother me now. It is a lesser concern each time. Now I clench my teeth a little. My progress. Then Meowth came in and reminded me of how important this day would be. No sense in getting too relaxed. I tried to shout him out of the room. It's like that moment when you're about to come, she's begging for it, almost at climax her self. Then you start thinking of her husband and that picture of his bulky frame standing next to his slimmer, shorter friends. You tell her you can't do it, and she's disappointed and has a little less confidence in her self than before because of you. However, even after the arguments, when you're standing outside the door of the cheap motel, you still want it. So you go to your room and do it on your own. Then you face your guilt as your clearing your self up. I wanted the fix after he left but I had fear too, and a realization that he's right. Junk is like a porno flick in a place that your girlfriend could walk into sometime soon. I resisted though. I'm a very strong person. I pride my self on it. I was getting away from my self a little. I needed to concentrate on the situation with Bill, not my new vice and the old one I use as a metaphor for it. The old one that went on for way too long considering the risk of getting caught. I can imagine the more you read about me, the less you like me. I'm trying to get away from my past though. Please remember.

“Can we speak to the gym leaders yet?” I asked.

“Forgive my client. He don't know when to let me do da talk'en. Even if I explain it first.”

“Vulpix Vulpix.”

“Stay calm. Sometimes when people insult me it's for my own good. They're just trying to give me good, if unsolicited, advice” I whisper to my Pokemon in response to his defensiveness. I think he probably had to be a protector of someone, like a big brother, for a long time before we met. Attempted heroism is his defining trait. However, like most humans with that characteristic, he doesn't see why people say I need to be protected from junk. It's too abstract and idea. He only understands the physical.

“As you can imagine their work loads often inhibit them. Regrettably a small number of them…”

“When I was asked ta come here I was informed dat you had some measurement `a authority. Obviously that's inaccurate. If da real boss when you're here is still Prof. Oak I wanna know where he is so I can take dis matter ta somebody who can do something about it.”

“I can assure you that whilst I retain power here, power is truly the thing that I possess.”

If this is Meowth acting he obviously missed his calling. He leans back in his chair, looking confident. Clearly Bill is falling for it.

“I've been in dis business a long time. This ain't my first client. I lost patients with talk'en long ago. Show me some action or I'm outta here. Dats a bigger threat dan it sounds.”

“We have a video conferencing room. Give me a few minutes” Bill said getting up. I congratulate my friend once he's gone.

“Pix Vulpix Vulpix.”

“As Vulpix says, I told ya I was persuasive. But this ain't over yet. The gym leaders are gonna be harder. There's more a dem. They can back each other up.”

“Your accent is hard to translate some times. Come to think of it I might not be alone in that difficulty.”

“Sorry. I'm a Brooklyn kinda Meowth. I'll try ta clean it up a little.”

 

 

Considering their cost, the ten videophones in the lab impress me when I enter. Of course the money flows into Pallet Town Pokemon lab like blood through the veins of accountants. Since two great trainers come from here, Ash Ketchum and Gary Oak, getting grants for research isn't difficult. Eight faces appear on the small screens in front of me. Brock, with a tough face but soft eyes. Misty, with a look of feminist determination to prove her worth. Lt. Surge, conceited and fierce. Erika, compassionate but a little sad. Sabrina, a little wild and crazy. Koga, a wise but stern father figure. Blaine, entirely wild and crazy. Then the new gym leader of Viridian city, who replaced Giovanni once his identity was exposed. The new guy named Alex Stanton, a temporary replacement. He studied to be a Pokemon researcher at first, and only become interested in training a good twenty years later than normal. He was inexperienced. A better trainer would come along soon to challenge him for leadership, tired of his incompetence even if it was small. Alex was weak and would lose the match, so the other trainer would get his request instead of the usual badge.

“Allow me to present Adam Kails and his manager Meowth” Bill said to those eight watchful eyes.

“I'll do da talk'en” Meowth said hastily.

“We agreed to take it in turns to hear your arguments. I'm up first,” Brock said.

“Fair enough.”

“Well my biggest concern is your client's ability to look after his Pokemon. I'd hate to see him abandoned.”

“I suppose da best way ta find out how a Pokemon feels is ta ask him. Vulpix?”

“Vuplix Vul Pix.”

“He wants me ta translate.”

Vulpix began his speech.

“What I gotta say is simple. I've been with Adam for over four years. I'm not naive. If he abused me I would'a gotten outta his life long ago. If it came down ta him or me I would jump in front'a da bullet, for the good reason that I passionately believe he'd do da same. I would die for him, and ya know what else? I would kill for him. Dat's all I gotta say on da issue” Meowth translated.

I know my smile is warm and genuine though I can't see it.

“Thanks you” is all I can say. I am blinded by his compliment.

“I wish I had someone who was will'en to say dat about me. Don't you?” Meowth asked Brock.

“Good. Now I know for sure that you won't mistreat him,” Brock said. His image disappeared.

“Ok. Who's next?”